The child lay cuddled against the warmth of it's mother, and the mother grew cool, then was warm no longer. The child took chill, shivered, grew cold, and died, and there was nothing left, but the cold, the cold, the cold. . . .
I thought I commented when I first read this, but apparently not. Looks like you got into your bag of writing tools and pulled out a big heart wrench. Excellent job affixing a terrible truth to our minds. ~L